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Mrs. C And The Not-So-Silent Night

Mrs Claus takes her own sleigh ride

Mrs. Claus sat at the kitchen table, quietly fuming and sipping her third glass of Bodacious. Santa had returned home, exhausted and spent, and went straight to bed without even glancing at his scantily-clad and eager-to-share-her-beaver Mrs. Bastard. Saves up all year to travel the globe, emptying his sack everywhere but here. Housewives, widows, single women of all ages and sizes, but doesn’t keep a dribble for me. Well...

Big Isn't Always Better

A Lumberjack learns a hard lesson.

"May I please have your attention class," said Mrs. Mitchell. She stood in the front of the auditorium that was full of the fifth-years. "As your training has progressed satisfactorily, today we must deal with an important topic. I'm not sure you understand the criticality of this lesson, it deals with 'Precision' and it's the single most important lesson for a young witch to learn." There were several snickers around the...